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misty evening by Yuuko Nishiwaki
“Really Twilight? You don’t recognize me?” the girl asked. “We saw each other just the other day.” The girl started to look Twilight over rather extensively, as if examining her.
“What’s with the getup, and since when did you need glasses?” she asked upon finishing her examination.
“Recognize you?” Twilight’s eyebrows shoot skyward and she struggles to keep her cool while collecting her nerves. Conversation was not her forte, to say the least. “Oh, I... It’s been a long week. You know, with exams and all.” She laughs nervously, finger lopping through a loose strand of hair.
“Getup? You mean my uniform? It’s what all the students at Crystal Prep wear. And I’ve worn these glasses for years.” She takes a small step back. There is a stone of uncertainty SINKING in her stomach. “Are you sure you’re not confusing me for someone else? I think this must be some kind of MISTAKE."
It’s so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
The Smiths (via wallflower-musings)
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Tile after tile goes by under her feet as Twilight makes her way down the hall with her head LOW. She begins to count them-- thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine-- when she hears a girl’s voice call to her. She slows in her motions, her head slowly RISING. It must have been a mistake. She must have misheard, who would want to talk to HER? But there it is again...
“Me?” She turns to the STRANGER, who looks right at her with wide and desperate eyes. Of course she isn’t wearing a Crystal Prep uniform. She looks entirely too friendly to go to this school. “Oh, hi. You must be a visitor.” She gives a polite smile in place of a handshake. “I’m TWILIGHT, which... apparently you already know. Have we met before?”
THE ULTIMATE HOLIDAY THEMED ASK MEME {part of: ❄ twenty-five days of elle}
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▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. ☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. ♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. ♦: Our muses wrap presents together. ☃: Our muses build a snowman together. ✈: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. ✎: My muse’s Christmas card to yours. ✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present. ✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog. ツ: Our muses go caroling. ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa. ✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch. ♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe. ♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s. ➸: Our muses decorate their house together. ♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. ✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. ☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. ∞: Our muses go tree shopping. ❖: Our muses go ice skating together. ☁: Our muses go sledding. ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight. ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together. ↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).
SENTENCES
“Look! It’s snowing!” “Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?” “Santa’s not real! There, I said it!” “Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?” “You really don’t have to get me anything this year.” “Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?” “Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day.” “You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.” “Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it.” “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” “This is the worst Christmas ever.” “Is that mistletoe?” “You look cold. Here, take my scarf.” “I’m just not a fan of the holidays.” “You’ve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours.”
TEXT MESSAGES
[text]: I just accidentally told our son/daughter that Santa isn’t real. [text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. [text]: So cold. Need cuddles. [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it — I’m in love with you. [text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago. [text]: I just saw two people dressed as Santa fist fighting in a mall. Christmas is ruined! [text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure? [text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now. [text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital. [text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk! [text]: I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but Merry Christmas. [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out. [text]: If I see one more picture on Instagram of a snowman with Frozen lyrics underneath, I’m gonna explode up in this bitch.
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“ — nonsense! Stay and talk with me for a minute.”
the command is simple, short — she looks like a smart girl, with those bright eyes and that heavy bag — surely she will be able to follow it without any trouble. he rests his arm on the frame of the window, putting on his most charming smile, blissfully unaware of the fact that it makes him look like some kind of monstrous, purple land-shark. “Are you a student? That looks heavy. Do you need a lift?”
another predatory smirk, and he absently rubs his hand along the inside of his own thigh. yes, she is very cute. “Come on, I’m going to give you a lift.” opening the door, he gets out, looking down at her. he feels a jolt of surprise when he finds that she doesn’t stand much shorter than he. furrowing his brow, he bends to the side slightly, staring down at her shoes. boots with a heel, although not very tall ones. he purses his lips slightly before straightening, looking down at her again. “You’re a tall girl, aren’t you? Very well.”
holding the car door open, he gestures inside, no concern for the clearly suspicious way that it all appears. what does it matter anyway? after all, he is a well known SUPER-VILLAIN!
“What are you waiting for? Get in.”
“Actually, I can stay and talk awhile.”
Twilight finds herself absently smiling and turning toward him. Her body disobeys her, and there is a voice inside her head urging her to keep walking, not to look back, reminding her that she is in a STRANGE & DANGEROUS new world. And yet, she can’t shake the feeling that it would be ever so nice to stay and talk with him for a minute...
She recoils when he steps out of his carriage and LEERS at her. Is there something in her teeth? Is her hair messy? (Rarity would hate that.) Is this how people here stand? How they talk? Her cheeks warm and she wishes the sidewalk would swallow her up.
“Oh, well, I don’t know about that. I’m not really any taller than my friends. Actually, you see, I-” She tucks hair behind her ear and gives a nervous LAUGH, a not entirely appealing sound. When he tells her to get in his carriage, all thoughts leave her head. Her lips part and a soft gasp makes it past her lips before she hears her own voice say...
“Okay.”
She’s going to him before her brain has a chance to catch up. What is happening? The Equestrian MAGIC must have spread even further than Canterlot High, but how? But it must be magic. After all, what else could explain her losing her senses like this? If she could only contact Princess Celestia, find a way...
She gulps as she remembers.
She is ON HER OWN.
six-word sentences.
“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”
“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”
“ just try to guess the answer. ”
“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”
“ fine, do things your way. ”
“ i want to be in love. ”
“ no, i would rather make money. ”
“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
“ because you said that, fuck you! ”
“ i hate you more than anything. ”
“ just sit down? let me explain? ”
“ can i be a little nasty? ”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”
“ i want you to like me. ”
“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”
“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
“ terrified of my love for you? ”
“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”
“ i dreamt about you last night. ”
“ really? what did you dream about? ”
“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”
“ how did you become like this? ”
“ this isn’t any of your business. ”
“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”
“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”
“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”
“ why do you always leave me? ”
“ this is all we have left. ”
“ i turned around. you were gone. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ wow, you look like shit today. ”
“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”
“ i wanna be a child forever. ”
“ today, my love is in mourning. ”
“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”
“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”
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“Stop the car.” his command is brief, but sharp. the driver obeys, staring ahead blankly. rolling down his window, killgrave watches the girl as she walks down the street, skirt swaying. she looks a little younger than his usual pickings, but he has no qualms about age. what could they do? arrest him? he smirks at the thought. no, he will get what he wants, regardless.
“Well hello there sweetheart. Isn’t it a little late for you to be out on your own?”
he smirks at her, amused by something secret.
“There are some weirdos in this part of town, you know.”
Twilight gives a small grunt of frustration as she moves her bag from one shoulder to the other. Is it just her IMAGINATION, or were the packs in Ponyville lighter than the packs her Canterlot High counterparts humped around on the daily? With any LUCK, she won’t be here long, but in any case, blending in is of the utmost importance. Still, on unfamiliar legs, it’s a task easier said than DONE.
WHIRR !!
That sound gives her a fright each time a carriage whips by her. Everything here is different. She thinks of HOME as she bites down on her lip and tries to recollect the smell of the BOOKS back in her library at home. The smell of gasoline stings.
Then, a voice!
She turns to gawk at the stranger with wide, violet eyes. “Me? Oh-- Uh, I-I know. I mean, it’s not that late. Is it?” She looks to the sky. Who raises the MOON into the sky each night if not Princess Luna? “It doesn’t seem so bad to me.” She supplies innocently, looking back at him with eyebrows pulled together in uncertainty. “I-I’ll just be going--”
✨ ---- since when does TWILIGHT SPARKLE ever fail ?
independent mlp roleplay. written by pax. art credit ©
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She was always planning out her own development, desiring her own perfection, observing her own progress.
Henry James, from The Portrait Of A Lady
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